The Woman From Hell

Delia was an adult. She must have her own reasons behind whatever she was doing.

Furthermore, I believed every decision she made had gone through careful consideration and there would be no special incidents.

I still could not help worrying even if I comforted myself like this.

Instead of mulling over it here, it would be better if I went and clarified things with her. After making up my mind, I got up and set off.

Recalling that Delia loved fruits, I bought several kinds while I was on my way. Delia's home was not far from the company, and I arrived at her home in less than half an hour.

Knock, knock, knock! I knocked on the door gently.

Delia opened the door and was surprised to see me. "Wanda, why are you here?"

I smiled. "What's wrong? Am I not welcome?"

"It's not that."

Delia's features were scrunched, while surprise still colored her eyes. She quickly welcomed me in. "I'm just a little surprised to see you out of the blue. Come in, take a seat. I'll pour you a drink."

I handed her the fruits in my hand. "It's fine. I thought you forgot about me since we hadn't seen each other for a long time."

teasing me again. How could that be possible?" Delia poured me a glass of juice. "I'd

my lips and chuckled, feeling delighted. "That's

be busy in the company at this hour? Why did you

time was to clarify the doubts I had, so I might as well start. "I thought you were acting a little strange and was worried about you. So, I came to visit." Delia lowered her head, a look of sadness flashing across

worry, I won't

was a celebrity. Her identity was sensitive, she could not just tell anyone anything. Since she had chosen to confide in me, then I

been feeling well. That's why I'm putting

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did. It's

did I notice how weak she looked and became even more

and that I'll be

really should

in major cities. She had practically personal time. I felt a lot more relieved now seeing

veta

for a long time. It was getting late,

when we were preparing dinner. Delia

so I stayed by her side

en

hand

out of the oven, Delia covered her mouth and nose with